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With Madam No-y, or his Dutchess,
To come the suoner to his Crutches,
By tiring Age with his Debauches,
But presently fome witty Flirt
Must fing aloud the M----- Sport.
That all the factious Town must know
The Secret, where, vith whom,and how;
As if his Lordship had a Patent
To publish all that flould be latent;
And that no other Bard was free
To deal in Bawdy Wit, but he:
Yet, tho' his Poems are so lushcoựs,
That all the Modeft think ’em naitseous,
They steal, with godly Books of Pray's
Into the Clofets of the Fair,
And oft are made unfeemly Neighbours
To Rev'rend Baxter's Pious Labours,
And by the Godly Dame selected
From Sermons, not so much respected;
Hug'd by the bye, and valu'd more,
Than all flie ever read before.



For Ladies, tho’on Damask Cusheon, They fham their Maids with their De

(votion, And kneelat Church, on Mator Hallock, To honour Holy Gown and-Calfock, Yet, by themselves, they never faily To dearly love a Bawdy Tale; Or will they want a Friend to show 'em, Each fulsome Book or smutty Poem; Especially if well assurd, 'Tis the blunt Offspring of My Lord, Who always takes the liberty, Not to spell Sunt with S, but C. So those who wear the Holy Robes, That rail so much at Father Hobs, Because he'as fo expos’d of late, The nakedness of Church and State, Yet, tho' they do his Books condemn, They love to buy and read the same.

All have an Itch, from High to Low, Qf knowing what we should not know.

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This Noble Peer, fo fam'd for writing
Satyrs, fo bawdy and fo biting,
Who for lampooning Church andCrowng.
Usurps the Bays from all the Town,
May boast him felf, we must allow it,
Lord, Atheist, Mountebank and Poet,
Rake, Coward, Libertine, but yet
A Man of Learning and of Wit;
Who, to provoke the vicious Age,
To an insatiate lustful Rage,
Expends more time and takes more pains
In his licentious tickling Strains,
With am'rous Fires to lewdly warm usy
Than all the Prelates to reform us:
And that the World may know the better
From Mettle falls his Standard Meter,
He stamps his own Poetick Coin,
With P, or C, in e'ery Line;
And if those taking Marks you missy,
:You may be sure it is not, his;


For, when he handles Pen and Ink,
His lushcous Rhimes would make us

(think, They sprang not from Imagination, But, in the height of luftful Passion, Were got by carnal Copulation.

Such are the Ladies, such the Lords, That merry C-----s alone regards; So Tame a P-.-t, fo Lo---da Court, Whose Vices are each others Sport; Cuckolds fo cow'rdly and so base, Lascivious Wives fo'void of Grace; Rebels fo daring and so bold, Cullies fo foolish, tho' so old; Knaves fo successful and secure, Merit so slighted and so poor ; A factions undermining Crew, So Pious and Rebellious too: Such Stars could surely never shine, O Co----! round any T...--ebutThine:


Thy great example prompts cach'Spoufe
To make a Jest of Marriage-Vows;
Encourages each beauteous Dame
To Sin, without the fear of Shame;
Makes all thy P---s turn Keeping C----sy.
To imitate Thy P-----ły Follies.
Go on, Good C-.---s, that we, in time,

May see adultery deem'd no Crime,
And Marriage cease thro’out the Nation;
To be a Lawful Obligation.
For who can blame us, if we fray,
Since R...G...--s leads the way,


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